These last days of March are weary ones indeed. My desk is a clutter of haphazard papers and tiny Post-it notes that have been around for so long that they often leave me stumped by my own cryptic messages to myself.
Today I had a rather negative
interaction with a student. It didn't feel good and I went in search of
the counselor for some advice on how to best repair this frayed relationship.
This young man and I have had some ups and downs over the year. I
see him as someone who is testing the limits. Some days it feels like
he's more interested in testing his behavioral limits than stretching his
I get it. I know that's
part of being a middle school teacher, but it's hard to ignore at times.
I asked him to see me at lunch- hoping for a quick
discussion, a little redirection and a pep talk. The young man's body
language assured me that was not going to be happening. I could discuss,
redirect and pep talk all I wanted but he wasn't going to hear it. His
wall was up and as strong as the snarl in his lip.
I cut the talk short, realizing
it wouldn't matter what I said. He may have felt victorious but I sure
That meeting gnawed at my brain
the rest of the day. Finally around 2:00 I went in search of the counselor
hoping she'd offer me some insight on the child and a path we could take
together to bring out the best in our student.
The turn-around is going to take
some time, it usually does. We didn't completely solve the problem, but I
must say talking with the school counselor always makes me feel so much better!
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